Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

This is two thirds of a journal entry by museinred:

As the parent of an autistic child, I keep hearing that my son perceives a different world than I do. The pathways in his brain run differently and there will be ordinary things that are almost impossible for him to get, but that he will also see things differently in a good way too, there will be patterns and perceptions that I will never understand. Tonight I was driving home from Ohio wearing prescription sunglasses. We stopped at a gas station and I was stunned at how beautiful the clouds above us were. It looked like they were lit with fire from the inside. A golden red glow just seemed to emanate from the overlap of cotton candy fluff. I grabbed Steven and Alex and tried to point it out to them and they just looked at me like I was crazy. After several minutes of frustration I took the glasses off and there were just grayish clouds with a few weak rays of sun playing off the edges. Dreary and uninspiring. How many times are Alex and I communicating across a similar gulf of perception? And which of us is wearing the glasses?

It was too powerful not to pass along, and I didn't see a good place to cut out a smaller quote without losing some of the power of it.